[He smiles contentedly at the gesture, finding the remark to be a sort of ice breaker.
Oscar raise his hands toward the man's feet (it is still unbelievable how large they are, and he wonders how thick they must feel from presumably having been walked on for so long), though he doesn't touch them, and exhales deeply.]
. . . I've never done this, to be honest. Still, I have a feeling that it'll work.
[And, true to his belief, Nala's magic weaves through the cuts and scratches, healing them with some effort on Oscar's end.]
action;
Oscar raise his hands toward the man's feet (it is still unbelievable how large they are, and he wonders how thick they must feel from presumably having been walked on for so long), though he doesn't touch them, and exhales deeply.]
. . . I've never done this, to be honest. Still, I have a feeling that it'll work.
[And, true to his belief, Nala's magic weaves through the cuts and scratches, healing them with some effort on Oscar's end.]